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[oom] Feels like rain
May. 13th, 2009 08:30 amI knew well woman, it’s no wonder, it would rain, after this thunder. ~Socrates
Only in dreams, she thinks. She wakes from her nap and stretches, reaching a hand over to the pillow, knowing already that it's empty. Her body aches in all the right ways, and for a moment, she lets herself forget it was Ramon who put her through her paces last night.
Her eyes close as she tries to remember what his cologne smells like. It was the last thing she smelled in the car before he pulled away. It was the last thing she smelled as he bent, cellphone pressed to his ear, to give her a goodbye kiss.
Maybe it's better just to let it come. She imagines him, laying her beside her, that boyish little smirk on his face. He was watching her sleep. He says something about going to get breakfast, and in her mind, she doesn't let him go. She kisses him and he returns that kiss, tender and slow, rolling above her, pressing her down into the sheets.
And in her mind, he doesn't leave. He spoon feeds her yogurt, leaning in to catch an errant drip on her chin with his tongue. In her mind, he rests his forehead against her temple and whispers 'I love you, Fi'.
Kill the dream, she thinks.
She drapes an arm across her forehead and bites her lip. Tears spring, unbidden, spilling from the corner of her eye down to land on her pillow.
Only in dreams, she thinks. She wakes from her nap and stretches, reaching a hand over to the pillow, knowing already that it's empty. Her body aches in all the right ways, and for a moment, she lets herself forget it was Ramon who put her through her paces last night.
Her eyes close as she tries to remember what his cologne smells like. It was the last thing she smelled in the car before he pulled away. It was the last thing she smelled as he bent, cellphone pressed to his ear, to give her a goodbye kiss.
Maybe it's better just to let it come. She imagines him, laying her beside her, that boyish little smirk on his face. He was watching her sleep. He says something about going to get breakfast, and in her mind, she doesn't let him go. She kisses him and he returns that kiss, tender and slow, rolling above her, pressing her down into the sheets.
And in her mind, he doesn't leave. He spoon feeds her yogurt, leaning in to catch an errant drip on her chin with his tongue. In her mind, he rests his forehead against her temple and whispers 'I love you, Fi'.
Kill the dream, she thinks.
She drapes an arm across her forehead and bites her lip. Tears spring, unbidden, spilling from the corner of her eye down to land on her pillow.
